Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.